BET FOR YOU; 𝗱.𝗺

nothing more than nothing

*~ 3 weeks later ~*

domitilla peyton

The weather only got colder and frostier. My cheeks beamed a cotton pink and everyone's faces turned splotchy against the tingles of cool wind. Leaves yellowed as they undressed from their branches and the whole of the castle was practically blanketed in them.

I was watching the boys zoom past the stands on their brooms, in uniform and all. I always admired them playing, their faces concentrating so hard on what they're doing. I remembered how I used to find watching sports boring, but now, with me coming to each quidditch training every day, the interest grew more.

I especially kept my focus on Draco, although it was hard, with the speed he was going at.
I liked to take it all in; his tall, athletic figure, the way his hair flaps over his forehead, in the gust, obscuring his eyes.

It was a long practice today, and my hot chocolate became cold in my hands. I blew out, my breath creating a misty cloud in the air. My legs rubbed together in the freezing temperatures, and I could feel my cheeks become rosy.

I was wearing a thick plaid coat over my hoodie and leggings. To clarify, yes, it was Draco's hoodie.
I tied it all together with a pair of Dr. Martens black boots, which Ron had said made me look like a soldier this morning. He just doesn't appreciate fashion enough.
Although, I must admit, maybe it was too much. I wondered if Draco liked it.

The practice finally ended, and I was running down the stands as he flew down onto the muddy grass. I ran over to him, and he put his broom down, laughing with Graham Montague. He noticed me going over to him and smiled brightly, giving a big wave.
I grinned, walking over and trying to hug him, when he stopped me,

'Sorry, I'm sweaty. I probably smell bad.' he said.

I ignored him, pulling into a bear hug, my arms wrapped round his neck.
He didn't smell bad at all. I loved how he smelled after training. The aroma of fresh cut grass, mint, quidditch, and... Draco. I breathed him in, smiling at the scent.
He chuckled, hugging me back.

I heard Graham whistle teasingly behind us, and I turned to look.
Draco smirked,

'Leave us alone, Montague.'

He put his hands up in mock surrender, grinning in amusement,

'See you next practice, mate.'

'Cheers.' Draco said as Graham walked off.

I smiled,

'You look handsome in your uniform.' I fiddled with the strings on his chest, admiring his wind-flushed face.

'You look extra cute today, too.' he replied, eyeing my outfit, and I felt my cheeks warm up.

He kissed me swiftly on the lips, combing through his messy hair with his fingers, before asking me,

'Can I come over for another study date tonight?' and he planted little soft kisses on my hand, in attempt to woo me over.
I rolled my eyes, giggling as he looked over at me expectantly.

'Fine. But we better study.' I said.

'Mhm.'

'No joke, Draco. I've got an essay due tomorrow.'